That summer, we talked endlessly
always, about everything,
fusion, nothing new for you
I felt, hey, under and, cool breezes
the heavenly
Face me, sitting in my memory,
hold me, I remember
face me, sitting in my memory,
hold me, I remember
I remember
And we argue, constantly
disagree, about everything
distance, nothing new for me
I feel uneasy, under this thing
thoughts away
the heavenly
Face me, sitting in my memory,
hold me, I remember
I remember
And darkness falls in my eyes
and days are far from rosy now
and if i asked for the sky
would you still shelter me
when the sky falls
I remember
I remember
Face me, sitting in my memory,
hold me, I remember
I remember
sitting in my memory
I remember .
26.04.2024
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Lento, lento, beso tu cuello. Arribo a ti; al eco de tu voz. Al nido en
que tu voz: -tan tú-, se cuela en los párpados de la luna.
Xabo Martinez
9 hours ago